Four Short Years

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BARKS AND CAMPBELL BEACHThese past four years I’ve tweeted, written, blogged and even broadcast anecdotes about life with my 140 pound dog Barkley.  There was always plenty of material highlighting the copious amounts of drool, fur and messes that perpetually followed in his wake.  His enormous tail fanned through rooms like a machete to a cornfield.  In fact, I often referred to him as the “comedy of our lives”, because from the moment he trotted into it, he made a ludicrous impact.  His weight alone, made sure of that.

KIDS WITH BARKSWell, this past August 19th, my beautiful boy left us, passing away in a quick and cruel manner theorized as a brain tumor, disease or cancer.  No one knew for sure.  What we did know, is that this giant presence who greeted us at the door, sat on our feet forcing us to “stay”, and gnawed on our friends (Chargers Defensive Coordinator John Pagano his favorite chew toy), created an absence just as large.  We are devastated.  He was only four.

My 13 year old son is taking it hard.  As a token of his special closeness to Barks, I gave him his collar and he put it in a place of honor in his room among his prized trophies.  We are planning to scatter his ashes at a local dog beach or bury him in the yard with a private ceremony of sorts.  The kids are mulling that all over.  I may “take” a small piece of him for myself and pour his ashes in Coronado at the dog beach we often played together – he loved it there so much.  Just one of many beaches he routinely gulped down saltwater – surprised each time it didn’t taste good.  (I said he was pretty, I didn’t say he was sharp.)

As we prepare to try and say goodbye and suture the gaping holes in our hearts, questions emerge on just how to proceed.  I’ve asked friends and colleagues, read articles and researched how to handle death of a loved one (hairy or not) when it comes to kids.  I’ve received such pearls as “get a new dog right away” or “be sure to have a memorial” and “just let them cry”.  I’m sure they’re all worthy, but I still feel at a loss.

I tell my kids, particularly my son, to cry as much and as often as he wants, revealing I’ve been crying nightly in the bathroom trying to cleanse my own sorrow.  I remind him it will take time for us to heal and that when we are ready we will get a new pet.  His tearful reply remains steadfast:  “I just want Barkley back.”  I have to agree.JACKSON AND BARKS OCEAN

Whether it was his ginormous “poop towers” the kids reluctantly scooped up in the yard, his racing around the perimeter of the pool not allowing swimmers to get out – forcing them to tread water, or the groaning moaning sounds he made when you pet behind his ears just right – there is no replacing his kooky quirks that made him ours.  His enormous and expensive appetite, fraidy cat habits of running away from brooms, hoses, or hairdryers, his refusal to “stay” under any circumstance and his rock star status the moment we entered any park, room or vet office will forever be missed and unparalleled.

I have not made sense yet of why he was taken so soon.  Why it had to be such a cruel deterioration, starting with a drooping eye and ending in total paralysis within two weeks time.  Why we couldn’t save him.  Why we have to live with not knowing for sure, if he knew how much we really loved him.

All I do know is why we did…and the list is endless.  Perhaps that will be enough.

In loving memory of my Boo…XOXO Barkley.

4 comments

  • Susie

    Dear Kathleen,
    We are so sorry to hear about Barkley. He must have done what he was supposed to do here on earth, that's the only way I can make sense of anything like this. Much love to you all and yes, I know Barkley knows how much you loved him, I'm very sure of this.
    xo Susie xo

  • Jan

    I am so sorry for your loss of Barkley Kathleen and family. What a handsome boy. We as seniors here are dealing with what you are as well and just about as long. Our rottie Gus had cancer and had grown old as many of our dogs have. Been through this so many times. Never gets any easier. Our Jazzie (another rottie) is only 5 but still misses her pal. Gosh this is tough but we have lots of fun memories as I know you all do. Just sorry your Barkley left his loving family so soon. We too have Gus's ashes here with us and will choose a proper place when the time is right. He has so many of his pals out in our grove here that that they all loved. Be well….Jan

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